Because she kept a diary for a week (and it would be a pain to tally up every single piece of fruit that passed through her lips) we decided to choose just one day and calculate her calories. This is, by no means, a perfect breakdown of the food. Miss USA didn't provide serving sizes for most of her meals, so "some blueberries" could have meant anything from three berries to three cups. But we tried to guess the best we could given the list of what she ate on Saturday:

The total comes out less than 1200 calories. It isn't a lot, but honestly, it's better than I expected. Not because I think she should be eating less, mind you, just that we so often hear about the insane lengths which people go to lose weight, and a small part of me expected Fakih to have fallen into that trap. It's good to see that she hasn't necessarily gone that route. Moreover, we chose to break down one of the lighter days — on other days she has flatbread pizza (at least 300 calories) and a Shake Shack mushroom burger. She doesn't eat horribly, but she is very clearly on a diet.

Which is actually really depressing. Seeing Fakih's picture next to the article, it's impossible to forget that this is what we're supposed to be doing, this is what we're pressured into doing every day we pick up a magazine, or every time we turn on the television. Sure, some women are naturally skinny. But far more think about food the way Fakih does. Here's an excerpt from her food diary:

I had a session with my walking trainer, Lou, and after we were done I passed by the new Shake Shack in Times Square. They have this thing called the 'Shroom Burger for the vegetarians, which is just cheese inside a fried mushroom. Oh my God. I'll be really honest, I think I got a little spoiled when we were doing my dress fitting earlier that week. One of our talent managers was like, "You can't lose any more weight, because we can't shrink the dress any more." So I was like, "I can afford it," and got the burger. I wanted a shake or frozen custard but I had an Arnold Palmer instead.

She's being told not to lose any more weight, which means she can afford to eat what she wants — but only for a moment, it seems. Here's a reminder: this is what she looks like:

I'm not sure what Miss USA really means. She's the prettiest? Best at walking in heels? Regardless, it's some sort of prize, given to women for fitting into a predetermined mold of physical attractiveness.

Of course, Fakih can do whatever she wants with her body. She can eat as much — or as little — as she pleases. One might argue that it's really none of our business, but by making her diet public, she opened herself for this kind of questioning. Furthermore, she let us in on thought process that goes on behind her food choices. What we consume is a deeply personal choice, yet eating is often intrinsically a social act. In telling us how she thinks and feels about what she eats, Fakih is opening the lines between personal and public. Which is fine — for her.

The greater danger here is that this type of piece reinforces the idea that a woman's body is public property. It is available for scrutiny. Miss USA has been awarded a prize; she has been publicly recognized as beautiful and attractive and the ideal of what we all should strive to look like. And herein lies the problem: when the most "perfect" women in our culture begin detailing their diets, it makes it especially difficult for the rest of us normals to forget that thin is of the utmost importance. When Sarah Silverman said "I don't care if you think I'm racist, I just want you to think I'm thin," I laughed. Not because I particularly enjoy her stand-up, but because there is some truth there. It is so important for a woman in our culture to be skinny that this can often trump all else. And that is damn unfortunate.
Fakih's diet is her own, but the continual sacrifice demanded of women so that we can fit into the tiny box of what is beautiful, is all of ours to share.